Contains: handcuffs (of course it does, it's me...)
Word Count: short
Summary: Prussia has plans for reunification day.
I was rambling on tumblr last week about not knowing what to write. Rptheturk suggested I should write something for Reunification Day, so I did...
Germany went to rub the sleep from his eyes, the day’s chores already marching through his head and clamoring for attention. He’d been lax this past week, letting his responsibilities build up while he attended to more immediate matters of state, and today was his day to finally tick them off one by one.
He was brought up short by a harsh pull at his wrist and he frowned. He gave another tug but still nothing. It was immediately clear why when he saw the flash of metal at his usually bare wrist. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken up in handcuffs but it was the first time it had happened during peacetime. His other arm was thankfully free so he continued with his original plan, rubbing at his eyes while trying to pick at the threads of his memory. How exactly had he ended up in this situation?
Movement, followed by a peal of laughter from the other side of the bed caught his attention and simultaneously answered the question. The tension bled from his muscles as he relaxed. He’d know that laugh anywhere.
“Reunification Day. Remember, West? Look!” Prussia shook his arm, clinking the cuffs that connected their wrists. “We’re reunified!” With that, he sat up and started bouncing on the bed, sending Germany’s arm flopping in time with each movement.
Germany reluctantly dragged his eyes away from the view of a happy shirtless Prussia, even as something warm built in his chest. “I have chores,” he said, the protest sounding halfhearted even to his own ears.
“We’ll do them together. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Germany had always thought Prussia’s definition of fun was a little off. This merely confirmed it.
Well, he considered, thinking back to last year’s debacle with the police and the goats and the inappropriately shaped balloons- it could be worse. Much, much worse. And hadn’t he recently been thinking he needed to spend more time with his elder brother?
His decision made, he used their joined hands to pull Prussia off balance mid-bounce. Tossing the covers aside, he rolled so that he was straddling Prussia’s waist.
Enjoying the momentary look of surprise in those normally keen eyes, Germany took advantage and kissed his nose and then his mouth before delivering the verdict.
“Very well. But keep in mind that if you interfere with the household tasks, you won’t be able to outrun me like this.”
“Guess I’m stuck with you then.”
Prussia’s lips twitched and Germany covered them with his own before the next round of laughter could start up. A hand wrapped around his waist, strong fingers digging into his hips in an attempt to pull him closer.
Suffice to say, they got a late start on the chores that morning.